Agreed.
At six, I drove back to the house.
My former house.
Their house.
I wasn’t sure what to call it anymore.
Jack opened the door before I rang the bell.
“Grandma!”
He was eleven and had recently begun believing himself too old for enthusiastic affection, but he forgot that rule and hugged me.
Emily appeared behind him holding a paper bag.
“This is yours.”
Inside was a small wooden sea turtle painted blue and green.
“I picked it,” she said.
“It’s beautiful.”
“You can put it in your apartment.”
Rebecca stood several feet away.
She looked tired from the flight.
“Hi, Maggie.”
“Hello, Rebecca.”
No anger.
No embrace.
Just two women standing inside a home they had once built together in different ways.
Daniel came down the hallway.
